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[prettyboyflorian]

who: @snowdreamt​

where: does elias have a botanical garden? if not then, like, a park

florian wasn’t sure if he believed in fate. he knew he had, once. when he was young, he’d believed everything and all that had gotten him was a broken heart. he wasn’t philip, half storybook as it was and with his head in the clouds to boot. but despite his uncertainty, something had buried itself within him long ago that made him want to believe. that was his mother’s touch, of course. he’d never been able to bring himself to resent her for it.

all of this to say that, when he glimpsed dark hair and kind eyes and a familiar smile in the last place he expected to see them, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe fate did have a hand in the world. because here he was, standing in yet another garden in a completely different country, transfixed by sorrel once more.

“sorrel?” he called gently, before he started really staring. “is that really you?”